The little stoic's tone of voice was calm, but her every word rang out in everyone's minds.
Mo Lian really wanted to rush up and hug this little lady in front of him.
He truly couldn't stand this look of hers that showed indifference for the world. He couldn't stand the tall bronze and iron walls she erect around her, her entire body also covered with thorns.
He was used to seeing that lively and vivacious little lady. He had clearly already dug her out from the layers of ice and snow.
This child before his eyes truly made his heart break.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his spine was stiff.
He was already resenting the Lunisolar Shrine to the bones.
On the other end, Mu Xingchen was also thunderstruck.
This was the first ti he saw the little stoic's calm fury.
In that instant, all her human emotions were buried behind that expressionless stoic face.
While before this, she did show so expression, whether it be wrath or joy.
Even when she shouted at him "Who is she to you?" she did get agitated, but now, now…
Mu Xingchen felt his heart sink, and his chest hurt.
Exactly what kind of tornt and grief shaped such a girl?
He didn't know why, but he only wanted to bring this child ho right now. He wanted to protect her, dote on her, and never let her get hurt again.
Everybody silently lowered their heads. They really wanted to see that little lady who shone like a star when they looked up again, but they were afraid to look up. They were afraid to make a sound.
However, a twinge of regret surfaced in many of their minds.
How could they so recklessly injure soone else with their words like this?
To declare a little lady of less than 16 years old to be the source of catastrophe—did a shrine that spread such a vile reputation truly represent light and righteousness?
Did they not know how this would hurt soone who was accused of this?
They knew, yet they continued to do it anyway.
If the crown prince consort herself wasn't so impressive, would she die from their slander? She would get reviled and condemned by the public the mont she stepped into the capital?
Shouldn't the crown prince consort retaliate?
She should!
Shouldn't the crown prince consort get angry?
She should!
Shouldn't the crown prince consort send the people who slandered her to hell?
The common people hung their heads heavily. Their hearts were also unbearably weighty.
"Doesn't the Lunisolar Shrine represent the gods?" Qiao Mu raised her hand as she spoke apathetically.
Five spiritual thunder talismans danced about her fingertips. They flickered with an indistinct blue light.
"Since you are the holy believers of the gods, you must be favored by Heaven. You naturally do not fear heavenly punishnt." Qiao Mu stared coldly down at the Holy Daughter, who was lying at her feet.
Hu Dequan opened his mouth. He wanted to cry on the inside.
He felt that what the crown prince consort was about to do next would certainly be extrely frightening!
He was wrong!
He shouldn't have gone to the young crown prince consort to plead for leniency.
The young crown prince consort's heart wasn't any softer than His Highness the Crown Prince's…
"You, what do you plan to do?" The Holy Daughter scread.
She had also jolted in fright. Faint horror showed in her eyes when she looked up at the talismans moving through the little lady's fingers.
At least up until the mont just before this, she had been absolutely certain that the crown prince and his party dared not kill her, but now, upon seeing the young crown prince consort's "inhumane" gaze, she suddenly wasn't so sure.
She was afraid. She shrunk backwards as she uttered with a trembling voice, "You, you don't be reckless!"
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